CHAPTER TWO
Jack gently pushed the door open and rolled the pram into the room. He let the door close quietly behind him. He moved over to the bed and looked down at his wife. He smiled. She looked so peaceful; so beautiful.
He leant down and brushed his lips across her mouth. "Hey baby," he said softly as he pulled away. "I'm back; again. Sorry, but I just can't seem to keep away," he laughed as he sat down next to her.
"Yes, I brought Alex with me. As if I wouldn't; she needs to see her mum everyday," Jack then said as he pulled the pram towards him. He unclipped the straps and pulled Alex out. He sat her up on the bed next to Martha. "She misses you. I miss you. Actually, everybody misses you," Jack smiled.
For the millionth time, Jack wished that Martha could talk back to him. For the millionth time he wished that he could look down at her and see her looking back at him with those beautiful blue eyes. He wanted her to be able to touch him and kiss him back. And most of all he wanted her to be able to hold their daughter in her arms. It had been a month since she had been able to do any of those things. And Jack didn't know when or if she'd ever be able to them again.
Jack remembered the day so clearly; the day his life had been ripped apart. It was a Monday afternoon and he had just gotten home from work. He just pulled his car into the driveway and before he had even reached the front door he had heard Alex's loud cry. At first Jack had just thought that Alex was hungry and was using her cry to get Martha's attention. How wrong he was.
He had opened the front door and walked into the house. He had called out to Martha but there was no answer. Alex's cries where getting louder so Jack turned around and headed for her room. Alex was in her cot, lying on her back; wailing her lungs. He had picked her up and cuddled her into his chest; soothing her and her cries had stopped immediately.
Jack had wondered why Martha wasn't attending to their daughter. It was so unlike Martha to just let her baby cry hysterically like that. He didn't know why but at that moment something didn't feel right. He had called out to her again, but there was still no answer. He had laid Alex back into her cot and headed out to the lounge room. What he saw next had stopped him in his tracks; it had made his blood run cold. Martha was lying on the ground; unconscious. He'd tried to get her to wake up but to no avail.
And now, a month later; she still hadn't woken up. And Jack still didn't know how this had happened. The only injury that she had gotten was a deep gash to the fore-head and the doctors had predicted that she had hit her head on something as she fell to the ground. Other than that; everything was a complete mystery.
Jack let out a loud sigh. The last month had been so tough for him. He was trying his hardest to stay strong. He needed to be strong; for Alex's sake. The first week without Martha had been the worst. He had felt as though his life was over; because without Martha he felt as though he had nothing in life to live for. He felt empty; it was though he was just the shell of the person he once used to be. He felt nothing.
It had gotten to the point where his father and Beth had to take Alex away from him. Jack couldn't even look after himself; let alone a seven month old baby. But after a stern talking to from Tony; Jack finally started to see things differently. He needed to stay strong for his daughter. After a week; Tony and Beth had decided to let him take Alex back home again. But he'd also gained Lucas.
Jack was thankful that he had Lucas around to help him. Lucas had become his rock. He honestly didn't think he would have been able to do it without his brother's help.
A gurgling sound emitting from his daughters mouth finally broke Jack from his thoughts. He glanced at Alex and smiled. She was the most beautiful little thing he had ever laid eyes on. The very first time he saw her; he'd fallen in love. She looked just like Martha. She had the same pair of gorgeous eyes and the same shade of hair.
Jack felt his eyes welling up with tears. It hurt so much to know that Martha wasn't able to see their daughter growing. If she didn't wake up soon; she'd miss out.
Jack picked up Martha's hand and held it up to his cheek. Her fingers felt so warm against his skin. "You have to wake up Martha. I need you to come back to me," he said as he brushed his lips gently across her knuckles.
Jack and Alex sat with Martha for about an hour before Alf arrived for a visit. Jack decided to take Alex home; she needed a nap and it was nearing lunch time. Alf had a quick cuddle with Alex before Jack eventually left; leaving Alf to spend some time alone with his granddaughter.
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ONE HOUR LATER
Her eyes flickered open. She was surrounded by white. It hurt her eyes at first and everything seemed blurry. From the corner of her eye she could see one lonely figure standing by a window; looking out. This person was oblivious to the fact that she was now awake. A few moments later, her eyes had finally adjusted to the brightness of the room. She recognized the figure as her grandfather.
"Grandad," she called out; her voice scratchy.
She watched as her grandfather spun on his heels and looked at her. Alf stood there in shock; hardly believing his eyes. "Martha," he managed to speak.
"Hey," Martha sighed.
Alf was across the room in a flash; grasping hold of her hand. "Oh my god. I never thought you would wake up. I thought we'd lost you," he cried.
Martha smiled. She could see the tears gathering in her grandfathers eyes. "Are you crying?" she teased him.
"Tears of happiness," Alf exclaimed.
"It's great to know that I'm loved," Martha laughed. She then stopped and started to frown. "What happened?" she asked.
"That doesn't matter right now," Alf smiled. "You're awake and that's what is most important. I should probably get a Doctor," he then said.
Alf started to rush towards the door. "I'm going to have to call Jack. He's going to be so thrilled," he said excitedly.
"Wait," Martha called out; stopping him. She was confused about something.
"What is it love?" Alf walked back to the bed and looked down at her.
"Jack?" Martha said; clearly confused. "Who's Jack?"
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